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And so it begins…

I’ve waited for this day, dreamed of this day, ached for this day. And yet, when it finally arrived, my belly was all full of nerves, my heart was shaking, my legs quaking.

The reason: A run; my first in 7 months!

Heading out.

Prior to lacing up my sneakers last night, I had visions of tripping on the pavement like I did the night I first learned of Little Ring in my belly, or of my hip popping out, like it did so many times pre-pregnancy, or of getting a tweak in my knee, or cracking my ankle bones with the kicking of my feet. Not surprising really. With my running past being so injury laden, it was hard not to worry about what may be.

But then, I got out there.

And oh man, the moment my sneakers hit the pavement, the moment I felt the beat of my feet lightly hitting the ground, the moment I felt the cool air slapping my face, it was as though my body and brain had been freed, as though the ropes tying me back for the last 7 months had finally been unleashed. I was where I belonged.

At exactly 5:30 p.m., I clicked the start button on my old Timex and let my feet glide me down the boardwalk. For 15 minutes, 12 of them running, I was knocking on heaven’s door. Not quite there, but so, so close.

If it were up to my legs, we would have gone for an hour straight, no walk breaks. We would have smoked down the boardwalk faster than a lightening bolt, powered up every hill this town had to offer, and heck, I’m pretty sure we would have even given the track a speedy go.

But this time, it’s not up to my legs. This time, I have a plan. This time, I won’t be succumbing to injury. More on THIS TIME in a future post (Hehe ;))

YESTERDAY’S RUN:

5:15 p.m. BG before: 6.4 (3 crackers, no bolus)

Temp. basal – 50% (0.5 hour)

Time: 20 minutes (4 minutes running, 1 minute walking times 3)

6 p.m. BG after: 5.4

Temp. basal -50% (0.5 hour)

9 p.m. BG 3 hours post run: 6.1

The only downfall of this run were my new Asics; pretty sure I hate them. The laces on the left foot rubbed against my super poppy foot veins, and unfortunately I didn’t catch it soon enough, which means I’ve now got a nasty internal bruise that I know will be a pain for a long time to come in those shoes.